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Teen Artwork: “Drawing”

WCFL Teens Blog - Thu, 07/02/2020 - 08:20

“Drawing”

by Cat Ehmer, Staff Artist

Trust

WCFL Teens Blog - Thu, 07/02/2020 - 08:12

by JJP, Staff Writer

 

It’s a dangerous thing – 

If you let it run free it will cut you into pieces.

 

But if you keep it at your side, it will never hurt you. 

You will be safe from the pain of trust. 

But the moment you think you might have control

It’s a lie to yourself.

 

It will run free from you 

And you will lay somewhere in pieces…

Broken 

and crying.

Teen Artwork: “Rainbow Girl”

WCFL Teens Blog - Thu, 06/25/2020 - 08:19

“Rainbow Girl”

Follow the artist on Instagram @jai_the_wizard

One Life, Climate Change

WCFL Teens Blog - Thu, 06/25/2020 - 08:06

By Dahlia, Staff Writer

 

People always say life is amazing, that it will all be worth it in the end.

But what’s the point of not telling that person you like that you love and appreciate them?

What’s stopping you from going out and having fun with friends?

We only get one chance at life, one chance at having fun.

And chances are some of us won’t get to live to be old.

Teen Artwork: “Quarantine Weeb Project”

WCFL Teens Blog - Thu, 06/18/2020 - 12:03

“Quarantine Weeb Project”

by MJ Maheu, Staff Artist

Untitled Poem

WCFL Teens Blog - Thu, 06/18/2020 - 11:57

by Lizzie Messer, Staff Writer

 

Most nights I lie awake at 2 am,

I wonder where I’ll be 

Five 

Ten

Fifteen 

Years from now.

Other nights at 2 am,

I wonder if I’ll make it that far.

Teen Photography: “Rubus Glaucus”

WCFL Teens Blog - Thu, 06/11/2020 - 09:11

“Rubus Glaucus”

By Joshua Kebe, Staff Photographer

Looped

WCFL Teens Blog - Thu, 06/11/2020 - 08:02

By apollosbones, Staff Writer

 

I didn’t know your name,

And I still wonder what it could be,

Even as I see you every other night.

You’re fairly good at this child’s game.

 

I think for now I’ll give you a nickname;

“Boy Who Runs Under My Oak Tree,”

or “Boy Who Runs to be Free.”

And every night it’s all the same,

 

It’s a never changing scene,

a loop without an ending cut.

 

And I want to ask what this could mean,

Yet I know your only response would be “what?”,

as you don’t know about my spot behind the screen.

You don’t know that I wait for you, but,

 

I wish you knew about our matching routine,

so that our loop would finally have to be cut.

Teen Artwork: “Zenitsu”

WCFL Teens Blog - Thu, 06/04/2020 - 08:37

“Zenitsu”

By MJ Maheu, Staff Artist

House Fire

WCFL Teens Blog - Thu, 06/04/2020 - 08:31

by Lizzie Messer, Staff Writer

 

Flames roaring,

Flying wisps,

Rising from the ground,

Destroyer.

Soft whispering,

Calling me,

Trying to entice me,

Ashes are left,

Tears are shed,

You are dead.

Teen Photography: “Morning Dew”

WCFL Teens Blog - Thu, 05/28/2020 - 08:40

“Morning Dew”

By JJP, Staff Photographer

Apollo

WCFL Teens Blog - Thu, 05/28/2020 - 08:29

by Sophie Lucas, Staff Writer

 

Known as the God of Music, but he is so much more

Poetry, medicine, sun, archery, and even the sun

 

He will

F

Y

His golden chariot around the earth 

Spreading the heat and warmth of the sun

Poets would look to him for godly inspiration, to be able to string words together 

Musicians would ask for his skill on stage 

Doctors would ask for guidance 

 

Known as the counterpart of his sister Artemis

As the 

 

Day 

And

Night

 

The dark bird Raven is known as a messenger

To bring the humans his prophecies

 

He is the sun 

 

The heat that kisses your checks 

 

And

The 

Music 

 

in your heart

Teen Artwork: “Drawing”

WCFL Teens Blog - Thu, 05/21/2020 - 08:35

“Drawing”

By Cat Ehmer, Staff Artist

Sometimes the World Has to End

WCFL Teens Blog - Thu, 05/21/2020 - 08:28

By Dahlia, Staff Writer

 

When the world ended, it wasn’t glitter and gold. In fact, it was more dark than anything. I was the only one destined to bear witness, though none of my theories were correct. I had formulated for many millennia yet it seemed history had not taught me anything. Through the three world wars, the two drafts, and the one nuclear bombing, you’d think I would have figured how it all ends. But alas, it was simpler than I had originally hoped.

Have you ever wished something was more… eventful? More fighting, more crying, more death? Not that everyone still alive dying isn’t enough for me, but I guess I was looking for something more climactic. An explosion? A meteor? Something to create a good story. Instead, one second the universe was there and the next it was gone. I might not have noticed if I hadn’t happened to be in a bar in what used to be Florida at the time. I had been ordering my usual when suddenly my drink was no longer in my hand and the bartender was no longer disgustingly flirting with me. I might have thanked the lord, but again – I was the only one to watch this happen.

So I was suspended in the nothingness for a moment, letting the lack of air fill my lungs. I couldn’t “survive” for much longer in my human form. Although, that wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing. (I had created 119 different universes.) Perhaps it was my time to retire and let the blank space thrive on its own.

I waited another moment before morphing into my first form. Once more, one more time and maybe this time I’d be able to find a place to go. Maybe in this new world, they wouldn’t try to kill me for existing.

Once, it was the Salem witch trials, another when World War II happened- both in the twenty-seventh universe- it was all because of me, people underestimated my power and because I was “different”, so I seemingly couldn’t exist without question. 

I stared at the black space around me, letting the pressure crush me for only a split second, wondering just what the world would thrust upon me this time. Though none had ever succeeded in killing me in any of the universes, I almost looked forward to the day it occurred. But this time, society will accept me – I’ll make them. 

I’ll craft a society with “monsters” and create creatures who resemble me so I won’t be alone- they’ll accept me as their leader and bow down to me. I’ll rule over them and be a benevolent ruler until the time it all goes away. One more time, just one more where I don’t have to hide.

When I Was Little – And Now

WCFL Teens Blog - Thu, 05/14/2020 - 08:15

By JJP, Staff Writer

 

When I was little, just over seven people and other kids would ask me what princess I wanted to be.  I would say, “The one with the frog.”

But now I am older and I have lived a little, and I know that these endings aren’t real.  I might not get a happy ending.  And that’s okay, because I don’t want to feel helpless, or that I need a guy to come and save me or to be happy.  I mean, whatever happened to saving ourselves? 

If you ask me, the girls they show on Disney movies aren’t good role models.  (NOT SAYING I AM!) but, I mean, if you think about it, the girls only get stuff done when the guy is around, not by themselves. 

I hope this made you think a little about what Disney is putting out for little girls and boys.

A final thought: get a book and read it with a fluffy friend – because I will, and if you don’t have a fluffy friend, your friend might not miss theirs too much.

 

Teen Artwork: “Sable from Animal Crossing”

WCFL Teens Blog - Thu, 05/14/2020 - 08:04

“Sable from Animal Crossing”

Follow the artist on Instagram @erosumski_

Valkyrie

WCFL Teens Blog - Thu, 05/07/2020 - 08:57

“Valkyrie”

by The Delirious Sapphic, Staff Artist

Weighed Down

WCFL Teens Blog - Thu, 05/07/2020 - 08:49

By Lizzie Messer, Staff Writer

 

If I had a bottle

I’d seal away all my fears and insecurities.

I would tell myself that I’m not what you made me out to be.  If I had a bottle,

I would write and seal away every bad thing that’s happened to me.

I would throw away the bottle and forget.

But for me forgetting is as hopeless as trying to touch the Stars.

The bottle I have now is full of my fears and insecurities.

It’s not something I can forget.

I carry that bottle with me everywhere.

It’s like a tattoo I can’t get rid of.

But only the bottle isn’t sealed.

It’s a part of my mind,

That opens up every time I feel feelings I never knew.

This bottle is supposed to help me forget,

But it has become a heavy burden.

Notebook

WCFL Teens Blog - Thu, 04/30/2020 - 08:25

By Sophie Lucas, Staff Writer

 

The cover is coated with dust 

The engraving worn away by all those who have used it

Each page has turned tan 

Crinkling every time it is turned

Words written down passed from

Generations

To

Generations

To

Generations

Flour stains the pages

And

The fragrance of  vanilla wafting forward with every page 

Words explaining how to create sweetness and warmth

 

Now it sits alone in the attic

Gathering the dust of times past

People have forgotten the joy it makes

For the people who write in it and for the gifts it was given to

The sun has tanned the leather of the book making it dry

And 

C

R

A

C

K

E

D

 

The book may never see the warmth of the kitchen again

Seeing the families work together to make the food

It misses those days

But is still happy for the joy 

It

Gave

Others

Teen Photography: “The Beauty of Hagerstown”

WCFL Teens Blog - Thu, 04/30/2020 - 08:22

“The Beauty of Hagerstown”

Follow the photographer on Instagram @joffoes_photography

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